[He was expecting the concern to give way to playful wrestling, not Noel running again. But he wasn't expecting that viscerally familiar press of heat against him either. So it's not really on purpose, when he grabs his brother's wrist abruptly, not super gently, with a hazy and intent look in his eyes that takes a few seconds too long to clear.

He may have a relatively good handle on his body, but his reactions are less controlled.]

--Oh. Yeah! Yeah, I'm good.

[He has not yet thought to let go.]